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I am 23 and I am unemployed and I have been living out of my car and at times couch surfing when I get a chance. My car broke down and it was towed to a service garage. I was told that the front end needed work and it would be 1500 dollars and it would take a day because they had to order the part because the car is 12 years old. I don't want to go into this but I have to. I had not eaten in two days, I had less than four dollars, I had not taken a shower in several days, I had not had my period in several months, I sat on the floor in front of the office and cried.

A man who was there getting new tires for his BMW talked to me. When he found out I hadn't eaten he paid the tow truck and took me across the street to the Olive Garden. I used the bathroom there to try and wash up my face and hands. After we ate we went back across the street and he told the garage to fix my car, and change the breaks and get me new tires. We took my stuff out of my car and went to his house where I brushed my teeth and took a shower. When I was done he gave me a shirt of his to wear while my clothes went into the wash.

While my clothes were in the wash he told me that life was bad and I had to pay the way women had paid for ever. He fucked me, I had to suck his cock and he ate me. We had some supper later on, grill cheese and soup and he fucked me again and I had to sleep with him in his bed. He fucked me again in the morning, he said he had a lot invested in me and he was going to get pussy payment. I had to suck his cock again in the morning.

He took me to the mall and bought me some clothes and had my hair cut and then took me to the nail place. He wasn't done with me, he wanted more pussy, a lots more pussy. He kept fucking me even when he really couldn't fuck anymore.

When my car was done he paid for it and told me to be careful and not to sleep on the street and get a job and he gave me his phone number and address and told me to come over whenever I needed to get my pussy fucked and he would feed me.

I know this sounds bad and it is. It is worse because I went to him several times to eat and he gets pussy all night long. I don't know why he likes my pussy but he does. He fucks me and eats me and gives me his cock to suck and swallow. He buys me clothes and lets me sleep with him. I don't have a job. I have a degree in Music Appreciation. I have been at his house for six months. The only good thing is that now my period is back and I have gained over ten pounds. I never thought I would be relieved to get my period or get fat. He says he likes fat, he wants meat on the bone, he likes fat pussies and fat tits. I know he is just trying to joke but I think it is true.

So I am here because I can't get a job and all I can do is live with a man and give him sex in return for food and clothes and a place to sleep. I wish I understood why he likes me so much.

  • Hi,

    To be honest, I feel like crap about this entire thing. I'm stuck though. There is no way I can confess and move on with my husband because it would wreck him and the relationship he has with his family.

    After we had been married for only just over 6 months our financial world fell apart. I lost my job due to the company downsizing and a month later my husband lost his for the same reason. We worked at the same company and is where we met a few years earlier. We went through our meager savings and did all we could to find employment. All plans for a family were put on a back burner as were basically any plans we had made for us. We were broke. We signed up for food stamps and while they did keep us fed, we had nothing to cover our mortgage or just everyday expenses. Fortunately, my husbands Father would step in and help us out. My parents had no way of helping.

    We spent five months looking for employment before my husband finally found something, With our former company downsizing and it being the largest employer in the area, there were a lot of people looking for jobs. He found one at the hospital doing janitorial work. It was at least full time and would have insurance after a couple months of working there. Fortunately, it was the day shift. Unfortunately, it didn't pay much over minimum wage with a raise to come after ninety day prohibition period. Still, it was income we didn't have and appreciated it.

    My Father in Law is not a poor man and was very smart during his life with savings and investments. He is a widower after losing his wife to an automobile accident before I even met my husband. The settlement from life insurance and the suit brought against the guilty driver pretty much set him for life. Thus the reason he retired at fifty. He is now 52 and trying to just enjoy life. Sure, he could have helped us more than he did but he believes in working for a living and instilled that into his son. My husband never felt right going to his father for any kind of help but did so from time to time and my father in law never refused to help us.

    One weekend, seven months after me losing my job and my husband working for two months, we were invited to my father in law's house for a little cook out. He did this from time to time and it is always a welcome invitation for us. We sat around, had a few beers, FIL did some grilling, and just had a nice time out from any worries. FIL had a nice home, not that big but too big for just him. It was his home and he would never consider leaving it. As we were sitting around FIL asked how my job search was going. I explained that it wasn't going well at all. I get call backs but then mostly hear nothing after that. Very disappointing I told him. How about this, he mentions. Now I know you are a secretary and I have heard a damn good one, how about looking at something I can offer you. My husband pops his head higher and ask, dad, what jobs could you offer? You don't have anything to do with any business. Well, my FIL tells him, I have my own business and that is keeping up this house and it's gardens your mother loved so much. That is my business and frankly, I could use some help with it all. Really, I asked, just what is the job? Basically cleaning and taking care of the flowers is all. I'll pay you $50.00 a day every day you work. Not sure you will be needed every day but that will give you some time to keep looking for a job somewhere. I looked at my husband. His eyes were lit up with approval. I looked at my FIL and told him, I do know how to clean a home and I do like flowers, so I think I would be interested. Great he said. Of course, you never know what else I'll need being taken care of around here so if duties increase I will increase any pay. My husband looks at his father and tells him how nice it is that he has made such an offer and how much it would help us out. My pleasure he answered back. It's a job not a handout. Husband said he understood.

    On Monday I arrived by 8:00 AM and asked where all the cleaning supplies were. FIL showed them too me and then showed me where the gardening supplies were located. With that information in hand, off I went to fulfill my duties. I stopped for some lunch FIL had prepared at noon and before one was back at it. I was finished with everything by 2:30 PM. FIL commented how nice everything looked but if I worked like that every time I was there he wouldn't need me too many days. he said just come tomorrow and just see what you can find to do. I said I would and he handed me $50.00. I got home and placed it on the table. When my husband got home I showed it to him. He was thrilled. I told him what his father said about everything looking so good i may not be needed every day but to come back tomorrow and just see what I could find to do. My husband told me maybe I should slow down and stretch it out a bit. I laughed, he laughed and we had a nice evening.

    Next day I was back at 8:00 AM. FIL tells me he was glad he didn't scare me off. I laughed at that and told him I didn't think he could ever do that. I went to work but started in the garden so I could avoid the later days heat. After finishing I went to clean up before starting in the house to see what I could find. FIL told me I could use the shower in the hallway if I wanted to take a shower. It was hot and I probably did smell so I accepted. He pointed out the linen closet where the towels were kept. Off I went. The shower felt nice and when I finished and dried off, I still had my sweaty clothes to get back into so it probably didn't help much. I got dressed and was going to take my towel down to the laundry when I walked past the bedrooms and seem my FILs door was partly opened. Normally all the doors were kept closed so I stepped in and grabbed the door knob to close it when I seen my FIL sitting on the edge of the bed facing me but hadn't looked up to actually see me. He was naked from the waist down and masturbating. OK, he is only 52 and his wife has been gone for quite some time. I never heard of him dating so I guess this would be expected behavior. He looked up and sees me. Tries to cover his erection with a hand but actually, one hand wasn't enough to hide him. Oh, I said. I'm really sorry but I seen the door was opened a little and I was going to close it. He looks right at me and says, no problem. I forgot you were in the bathroom and, well, you know, nature called. I understand I said. Really, he asked back. Sure I said, you need release just like anyone would need it. Thank you he told me and dropped the hand that was covering his erection. It was still quite erect and yes, I did look at it. It was bigger than his sons. My FIL then surprised me. Well, if you understand, how about helping me? I can't do that I told him. I'm married to your son. I promise I will never tell a soul, he replies. I will know, I replied and you would know. Yes, he tells me, we will but that is where it stops. Just us.

    My FIL asked that I come closer and I did but still keeping over an arms length away. Listen, he explains. I haven't been touched by any Woman since my wife died. It's only been me, myself, and I and frankly, I could really use a Woman's touch just because I know it would feel so good. Please, come closer he asked. I took a step closer and frankly, I was looking at his erection more than i looked at his face and I think he read that as me being interested. Touch it, he directed. ..(continue confession)

    I once applied for a job in a strip club that payed much better than my stupid day job in Burger King. I went for an interview in the mournig in a back office of the bar. There were three guys in there looking me over asking me how old I was and told them I was 24. "Do you have any problem with dancing naked in front of men" one of them asked me and told no. I think I blushed when he asked me to take my clothes off. As the saying says once your on the horse you've got to ride it. I remember stripping down to nothing in front of them, stacking up my clothes on his desk and trying to hide the embarrassment of exposing myself naked in front if them. He was pleased to dicovered my pussy was totally shaved, telling me men didn't come to the club to look at pubic hair. I spent the next few minutes dancing while they sat there looking at my bounzing tits and legs wide open. They went as far as to tell me to lay on the floor a seductively watched me flicking my clit only to tell me aftrewards "we will let you know" I found our later it was a topless club an had been tricked out of my clothes by three horny men, that are probably laughing and jerking themselves off silly re living the porn show I gave them and didn't even get payed for it.

  • I am an 'in the closet' 37 year old lesbian, professional CPA, married for 12 years to a man, PhD., professor of Economics at a large top tier private university, mother of three daughters. My husband is independently wealthy heir to a very large interest in a well known public company, which is where I met him. I have kept my personal orientation from him, I married him for his money and I wanted an intelligent rich father for my children. I never saw love as an issue to keep me from the lifestyle I craved. I should also say I am second generation Vietnamese, my husband is 100% European German American of post WWI immigration. Rich before the first war, much richer after the war, and Jewish. Only child.

    My sexual outlet is a younger woman who works as a CPA for a Big Four Accounting firm, 28. Like me she is Asian, in my view an extraordinary beauty who has disappointed her parents, turning down selected suitors, one after the other. She has no interest in men, zero, zilch, nada. She is in love with me and I am in love with her. If any of you have Asian upbringing you know that never married is a cheap price to pay for staying in the closet. I chose the cover of being married. Our 'secret' is very careful, our professional life allowing us to see each other during the day. Our 'affair' is at times very hot and at times warm and close, but always on simmer.

    My husband has his academic world, and he has always been oblivious that I have a significant attachment to my 'friend'. When he is busy he pushes me to call 'her' to keep me company or help with my kids.

    When I was 18 and in high school, I had sex with this older guy who owns business and rental properties in my area. He was 59 and I came across his Craigslist ad some how. But he was looking for a 18 to 25 year old to be his "personal assistant" for the summer. He wanted a slim guy that could groomed well. I fit that description so even though I knew some sex was gonna be required I answered his ad. Since I was going to college that fall I figured I'd see what he wanted.

    Three days later I met him at his house. Nice guy, well dressed, great house and very friendly. We sat on his back deck and he just got straight to it. He told me he's looking for a guy to help him check on his rentals this summer, mow the lawn at a few including his yard, call plumbers or roofers as needed and what not. Collect rent money and so on. He then asked my sexual preference and I told him I consider myself straight. He asked if I'm willing to have sex with a man and I said I am. He then told me along with the duties he already told me he also would be expecting his assistant to have oral sex and anal sex with him when he wants it and the pay fir the summer would compensate all of that.

    When he asked me what I thought of it I told him the job sounds good but I'm a virgin. He told me not to worry as the guys the last two summers he had working for him were virgins too. So I told him I'll do it. He spoke my hard and said you'll enjoy this summer and make some extra cash before college. But first he required a drug test and std check so he gave me a paper for the test and I drove to the place where he sends all his workers for drug tests. But mine included an std check. He just got checked for stds and hiv a month before so he showed me his papers and that he is clean.

    Next morning at 8am I was at his house and he explained the whole job to me. Including the sex part. That morning I gave my first ever blowjob and swallowed. His big 7" uncut dick with short pubic hair was hard when he pulled his briefs off. I was in an adrenaline rush giving him a blowjob. After I was done he said I wasn't too bad for a virgin.

    Two days later when my tests came back all clear he told me after work that day to swing by his house. That day around 5 I was naked on his bed taking his dick up my ass. Though it was uncomfortable the first time I actually didn't mind it. He cummed in my ass after 20 minutes and then gave me a blowjob till I cummed my first blowjob was intense!

    So for 4 months I got my ass fucked by him almost daily and gave him quite a few morning blowjobs. All while my mom wondered how I found such a decent summer job. I got paid for my hours working plus extra cash each time he fucked me. He'd hand me cash after I got dressed saying he always likes to give some cash at the end of the day especially after he cums in the guys ass. I'd be laying in bed at night in just underwear (briefs at the time) with his cum seeping out.

    Last day I worked for him he paid me for the whole day but I blew him in the morning, took his cock for lunch then that evening he fucked me one last time. After that he told me to get an std check tomorrow to be safe and come back in a few days for the results. Went bs I a few days later, I was still clean and he gave me my last pay check. Won't say how much but it was a nice big one and he gifted me a MacBook saying I'd definitely need it for college. He also gifted me a few clothing items including a suit and some Calvin Klein briefs saying I'll be bee that stuff for job interviews at some point. He shook my hand and I left.

    Started cold two weeks later and met my now wife,

  • Kept my job by sucking his dick almost every work day, and letting him fuck me every Monday and Friday afternoons. But I now wish I'd just been made redundant. Not because I don't enjoy him fucking me, I do. It's because everyone at work now knows he's fucking me.
    I've always made out I'm straight and I can look after myself. Yet with my wife being pregnant and our mortgage slipping at the time, I didn't think I had a choice.
    I will admit I now enjoy him fucking me, and do cum that way myself without even touching myself. Yet last month one of the other employee's walked in on us as he was thrusting up my ass from behind over his desk. They laughed, called me a faggot and said the redundancies was only a rouse to get me sucking and fucking.
    I feel such a fool and now wish it hadn't had started this way for me. If my wife finds out, were done.